I've written this story from the point of view of a married woman. For the record, I am a middle aged married man who likes to write porn stories in my spare time. This is my first attempt at writing in the first person perspective, so I hope to see lots of feedback and none of that bullshit spam trolling. Please, if you take the time to read the whole story...
When I got back from lunch, I told Susan I'd be taking leave on Thursday for a funeral. She nodded absently, but took a sudden interest when I mentioned it was for Phoebe's mother. "Helen? Really? I didn't think she was that old." "She wasn't. She had a car accident and they think it triggered a heart attack." "Oh, that's awful. Poor RJ, no wonder he wasn...
"Just like that," said Jaime, grabbing the back of Mary's head and pressing it into her pussy. The tension was building in her body, her leg muscles starting to twitch. Mary, quite without a choice in the matter, continued licking and sucking Jaime's clit, occasionally dipping down to savor the taste of her pussy. She kept the rhythm even, the pressure, eve...
(FF) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** Sharon didn't care very much for her new supervisor, nor, did most of her co-workers. It wasn't as if any of them held any great love for their former supervisor either, but at least Mrs. Feldman had been tough enough an...
After that Sunday, things calmed down a little. We had to study for classes quite a bit which kept us from playing very much, although Melanie did make me strip several times, sometimes during the day, which really made me feel slutty but it was also very nice. She'd play with a nipple or my pussy, but just to arouse me, not to have me orgasm. It was another...
The woman sat in the semi darkness of the living room. She softly replaced the phone in the cradle, and sighed. Her husband was on the road. He was a long haul trucker, who was on another long haul. She made her way down the hallway, which was lit by a small night light in case the kids had to get up in the night. She peered into the first room, and saw the...
For several months now I had been fixated by the woman on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour. I had first noticed her smart business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around fifteen different suits, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous h...
More than most of my stories, I owe a debt of gratitude to my editors, Terry and Snow. They did much more than just check spelling. Both of them helped to refine and improve the story. This is the first story where I substantially rewrote it once I had a version done. That turns out to be quite a bit harder than writing it in the first place. In particular,...
I entered the house and called out "Hello?! I'm here!" I set my bag on the floor by the door, bending to pet the kitty squad that greeted me in lieu of my friend's absence, I said "Hi Broley." He meowed his greeting, rather pleased with himself at being first to get attention, and twisted himself between my legs while the others jostled for prime petting p...
Chapter 12 The Challenge A note to my readers. I tried to write this chapter with more passion but I think that once you read it, you will understand that there was no way to get to the passion any faster without losing your attention. I promise more passion in Chapter 13. Feel free to give me your feelings on what I'm doing. You are the ones I write for. T...